Over at Casa Leery, Dawson is attempting to teach the uninterested Lily to say his name. Enter Gale; cue a long, boring, tiresome, repetitive conversation about how Dawson has been Gale's "miracle" and blah blah blah blah Joey blah blah blah blah blah love blah soulmates blah blah I simply can't believe that we're going down this road again. Long story short: Dawson's going to dinner with Joey but it's not a date and he has nothing left to say to her and if only that were true, you know?
Jack bursts into the Boston Bay College radio station with an enthusiastic "what is up, slut?" Jen twirls around on her stool. "Not much, big homo!" she squeals back. Heh. I think I'm going to start answering my office phone with "what is up, slut?" Jack yelps that he has big, big news: "Four Cs and a D! Woo!" Jen leaps up and embraces him. "I am so happy to be completely and totally mediocre," Jack says. You are totally on the right show then, dude. They squeal a bit about their big Costa Rica adventure, and Jack hands Jen a paperback copy of Moby Dick for the plane. "I like to chat," Jen says, looking at it. "I know. And I like to sleep. Hence, the oversized volume in your hands," Jack explains. He runs off. I love non-angsty Jack. Jen smiles, and turns to the mike. She signs off for the summer, telling her listening audience that it's been a blast. "I've really enjoyed sharing music that I like and having the opportunity to vent. So, I guess what I'm saying is, thank you all for listening. And catch you on the flip side." And that, by the way, goes for me too (the music playing part aside, clearly). Helming Dawson's Creek this year has been extremely entertaining. (You know, the actual episodes of the show aside.) So thanks, all of you who've been reading this year, participating on the forums, and emailing me. I appreciate it, yo. And big enormous thanks to Sars, for being a wonderful editor and a lovely person in every sense of the word. ["Girl, please -- thank you. If I'd had to come up with one more forehead-related nickname for Dawson, I'd have downed a pitcher of Drano-tinis and jumped out the damn window." -- Sars]